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〃Well；　if　you　MUST　leave　now；〃　said　Esther；　at　last；　languidly；　〃it
ain't　much　out　of　your　way　to　go　down　through　the　garden　and　take　a
look　at　pa　as　you　go。　　He's　somewhere　down　there；　near　the　woods；
and　we　don't　like　to　leave　him　alone　too　long。　　You　might　pass　the
time　of　day　with　him；　see　if　he's　right　side　up。　　Vashti　and　I　have
got　a　heap　of　things　to　fix　here　yet；　but　if　anything's　wrong　with
him；　you　can　call　us。　　So…long。〃

Don　Caesar　was　about　to　excuse　himself　hurriedly；　but　that　sudden
and　acute　perception　of　all　kindred　sorrow　which　belongs　to　refined
suffering；　checked　his　speech。　　The　loneliness　of　the　helpless　old
man　in　this　atmosphere　of　active　and　youthful　selfishness　touched
him。　　He　bowed　assent；　and　turned　aside　into　one　of　the　long
perspectives　of　bean…poles。　　The　girls　watched　him　until　out　of
sight。

〃Well；〃　said　Vashti；　〃don't　tell　ME。　　But　if　there　wasn't　something
between　him　and　that　Mamie　Mulrady；　I　don't　know　a　jilted　man　when
I　see　him。〃

〃Well；　you　needn't　have　let　him　SEE　that　you　knew　it；　so　that　any
civility　of　ours　would　look　as　if　we　were　ready　to　take　up　with　her
leavings；〃　responded　Esther；　astutely；　as　the　girls　reentered　the
house。

Meantime；　the　unconscious　object　of　their　criticism　walked　sadly
down　the　old　market…garden；　whose　rude　outlines　and　homely　details
he　once　clothed　with　the　poetry　of　a　sensitive　man's　first　love。
Well；　it　was　a　common　cabbage　field　and　potato　patch　after　all。　　In
his　disgust　he　felt　conscious　of　even　the　loss　of　that　sense　of
patronage　and　superiority　which　had　invested　his　affection　for　a
girl　of　meaner　condition。　　His　self…respect　was　humiliated　with　his
love。　　The　soil　and　dirt　of　those　wretched　cabbages　had　clung　to
him；　but　not　to　her。　　It　was　she　who　had　gone　higher；　it　was　he　who
was　left　in　the　vulgar　ruins　of　his　misplaced　passion。

He　reached　the　bottom　of　the　garden　without　observing　any　sign　of
the　lonely　invalid。　　He　looked　up　and　down　the　cabbage　rows；　and
through　the　long　perspective　of　pea…vines；　without　result。　　There
was　a　newer　trail　leading　from　a　gap　in　the　pines　to　the　wooded
hollow；　which　undoubtedly　intersected　the　little　path　that　he　and
Mamie　had　once　followed　from　the　high　road。　　If　the　old　man　had
taken　this　trail　he　had　possibly　over…tasked　his　strength；　and
there　was　the　more　reason　why　he　should　continue　his　search；　and
render　any　assistance　if　required。　　There　was　another　idea　that
occurred　to　him；　which　eventually　decided　him　to　go　on。　　It　was
that　both　these　trails　led　to　the　decayed　sycamore　stump；　and　that
the　older　Slinn　might　have　something　to　do　with　the　mysterious
letter。　　Quickening　his　steps　through　the　field；　he　entered　the
hollow；　and　reached　the　intersecting　trail　as　he　expected。　　To　the
right　it　lost　itself　in　the　dense　woods　in　the　direction　of　the
ominous　stump；　to　the　left　it　descended　in　nearly　a　straight　line
to　the　highway；　now　plainly　visible；　as　was　equally　the　boulder　on
which　he　had　last　discovered　Mamie　sitting　with　young　Slinn。　　If　he
were　not　mistaken；　there　was　a　figure　sitting　there　now；　it　was
surely　a　man。　　And　by　that　half…bowed；　helpless　attitude；　the
object　of　his　search！

It　did　not　take　him　long　to　descend　the　track　to　the　highway　and
approach　the　stranger。　　He　was　seated　with　his　hands　upon　his
knees；　gazing　in　a　vague；　absorbed　fashion　upon　the　hillside；　now
crowned　with　the　engine…house　and　chimney　that　marked　the　site　of
Mulrady's　shaft。　　He　started　slightly；　and　looked　up；　as　Don　Caesar
paused　before　him。　　The　young　man　was　surprised　to　see　that　the
unfortunate　man　was　not　as　old　as　he　had　expected；　and　that　his
expression　was　one　of　quiet　and　beatified　contentment。

〃Your　daughters　told　me　you　were　here；〃　said　Don　Caesar；　with
gentle　respect。　　〃I　am　Caesar　Alvarado；　your　not　very　far　neighbor；
very　happy　to　pay　his　respects　to　you　as　he　has　to　them。〃

〃My　daughters？〃　said　the　old　man；　vaguely。　　〃Oh；　yes！　nice　little
girls。　　And　my　boy　Harry。　　Did　you　see　Harry？　　Fine　little　fellow；
Harry。〃

〃I　am　glad　to　hear　that　you　are　better；〃　said　Don　Caesar；　hastily；
〃and　that　the　air　of　our　country　does　you　no　harm。　　God　benefit
you；　senor；〃　he　added；　with　a　profoundly　reverential　gesture；
dropping　unconsciously　into　the　religious　habit　of　his　youth。　　〃May
he　protect　you；　and　bring　you　back　to　health　and　happiness！〃

〃Happiness？〃　said　Slinn；　amazedly。　　〃I　am　happyvery　happy！　　I
have　everything　I　want：　good　air；　good　food；　good　clothes；　pretty
little　children；　kind　friends〃　　He　smiled　benignantly　at　Don
Caesar。　　〃God　is　very　good　to　me！〃

Indeed；　he　seemed　very　happy；　and　his　face；　albeit　crowned　with
white　hair；　unmarked　by　care　and　any　disturbing　impression；　had　so
much　of　satisfied　youth　in　it　that　the　grave　features　of　his
questioner　made　him　appear　the　elder。　　Nevertheless；　Don　Caesar
noticed　that　his　eyes；　when　withdrawn　from　him；　sought　the　hillside
with　the　same　visionary　abstraction。

〃It　is　a　fine　view；　Senor　Esslinn；〃　said　Don　Caesar。

〃It　is　a　beautiful　view；　sir；〃　said　Slinn；　turning　his　happy　eyes
upon　him　for　a　moment；　only　to　rest　them　again　on　the　green　slope
opposite。

〃Beyond　that　hill　which　you　are　looking　atnot　far；　Senor　Esslinn
I　live。　　You　shall　come　and　see　me　thereyou　and　your　family。〃

〃Youyoulive　there？〃　stammered　the　invalid；　with　a　troubled
expressionthe　first　and　only　change　to　the　complete　happiness
that　had　hitherto　suffused　his　face。　　〃Youand　your　name　isis
Ma〃

〃Alvarado；〃　said　Don　Caesar；　gently。　　Caesar　Alvarado。〃

〃You　said　Masters；〃　said　the　old　man；　with　sudden　querulousness。

〃No；　good　friend。　　I　said　Alvarado；〃　returned　Don　Caesar；　gravely。

〃If　you　didn't　say　Masters；　how　could　I　say　it？　　I　don't　know　any
Masters。〃

Don　Caesar　was　silent。　　In　another　moment　the　happy　tranquillity
returned　to　Slinn's　face；　and　Don　Caesar　continued：

〃It　is　not　a　long　walk　over　the　hill；　though　it　is　far　by　the　road。
When　you　are　better　you　shall　try　it。　　Yonder　little　trail　leads　to
the　top　of　the　hill；　and　then〃

He　stopped；　for　the　invalid's　face　had　again　assumed　its　troubled
expression。　　Partly　to　change　his　thoughts；　and　partly　for　some
inexplicable　idea　that　had　suddenly　seized　him；　Don　Caesar
continued：

〃There　is　a　strange　old　stump　near　the　trail；　and　in　it　a　hole。　　In
the　hole　I　found　this　letter。〃　　He　stopped　againthis　time　in
alarm。　　Slinn　had　staggered　to　his　feet　with　ashen　and　distorted
features；　and　was　glancing　at　the　letter　which　Don　Caesar　had　drawn
from　his　pocket。　　The　muscles　of　his　throat　swelled　as　if　he　was
swallowing；　his　lips　moved；　but　no　sound　issued　from　them。　　At
last；　with　a　convulsive　effort；　he　regained　a　disjointed　speech；　in
a　voice　scarcely　audible。

〃My　letter！　my　letter！　　It's　mine！　　Give　it　me！　　It's　my　fortune
all　mine！　　In　the　tunnelhill！　　Masters　stole　itstole　my
fortune！　　Stole　it　all！　　See；　see！〃

He　seized　the　letter　from　Don　Caesar　with　trembling　hands；　and　tore
it　open　forcibly：　a　few　dull　yellow　grains　fell　from　it　heavily；
like　shot；　to　the　ground。

〃See；　it's　true！　　My　letter！　　My　gold！　　My　strike！　　Mymymy
God！〃

A　tremor　passed　over　his　face。　　The　hand　that　held　the　letter
suddenly　dropped　sheer　and　heavy　as　the　gold　had　fallen。　　The　whole
side　of　his　face　and　body　nearest　Don　Caesar　seemed　to　drop　and
sink　into　itself　as　suddenly。　　At　the　same　moment；　and　without　a
word；　he　slipped　through　Don　Caesar's　outstretched　hands　to　the
ground。　　Don　Caesar　bent　quickly　over　him；　but　no　longer　than　to
satisfy　himself　that　he　lived　and　breathed；　although　helpless。　　He
then　caught　up　the　fallen　letter；　and；　glancing　over　it　with
flashing　eyes；　thrust　it　and　the　few　specimens　in　his　pocket。　　He
then　sprang　to　his　feet；　so　transformed　with　energy　and
intelligence　that　he　seemed　to　have　added　the　lost　vitality　of　the
man　before　him　to　his　own。　　He　glanced　quickly　up　and　down　the
highway。　　Every　moment　to　him　was　precious　now；　but　he　could　not
leave　the　stricken　man　in　the　dust　of　the　road；　nor　could　he　carry
him　to　the　house；　nor；　having　alarmed　his　daughters；　could　he
abandon　his　helplessness　to　their　feeble　arms。　　He　remembered　that
his　horse　was　still　tied　to　the　garden　fence。　　He　would　fetch　it；
and　carry　the　unfortunate　man　across　the　saddle　to　the　gate。　　He
lifted　him　with　difficulty　to　the　boulder；　and　ran　rapidly　up　the
road　in　the　direction　of　his　tethered　steed。　　He　had　not　proceeded
far　when　he　heard　the　noise　of　wheels　behind　him。　　It　was　the　up
stage　coming　furiously　along。　　He　would　have　called　to　the　driver
for　assistance；　but　even　through　that　fast…sweeping　cloud　of　dust
and　motion　he　could　see　that　the　man　was　utterly　oblivious　of
anything　but　the　speed　of　his　rushing　chariot；　and　had　even　risen
in　his　box　to　lash　the　infuriated　and　frightened　animals　forward。

An　hour　later；　when　the　coach　drew　up　at　the　Red　Dog　Hotel；　the
driver　descended　from　the　box；　white；　but　taciturn。　　When　he　had
swallowed　a　glass　of　whiskey　at　a　single　gulp；　he　turned　to　the
astonished　express　agent；　who　had　followed　him　in。

〃One　of　two　things；　Jim；　hez　got　to　happen；〃　he　said；　huskily。
〃Either　that　there　rock　hez　got　to　get　off　the　road；　or　I　have。
I've　seed　HIM　on　it　agin！〃


CHAPTER　IV


No　further　particulars　of　the　invalid's　second　attack　were　known
than　those　furnished　by　Don　Caesar's　brief　statement；　that　he　had
found　him　lying　insensible　on　the　boulder。　　This　seemed　perfectly
consistent　with　the　theory　of　Dr。　Duchesne；　and　as　the　young
Spaniard　left　Los　Gatos　the　next　day；　he　escaped　not　only　the
active　reporter　of　the　〃Record；〃　but　the　perusal　of　a　grateful
paragraph　in　the　next　day's　paper　recording　his　prompt　kindness　and
courtesy。　　Dr。　Duchesne's　prognosis；　however；　seemed　at　fault；　the
elder　Slinn　did　not　succumb　to　this　second　stroke；　nor　did　he
recover　his　reason。　　He　apparently　only　relapsed　into　his　former
physical　weakness；　losing　the　little　ground　he　had　gained　during
the　last　month；　and　exhibiting　no　change　in　his　mental　condition；
unless　the　fact　that　he　remembered　nothing　of　his　seizure　and　the
presence　of　Don　Caesar　could　be　considered　as　favorable。　　Dr。
Duchesne's　gravity　seemed　to　give　that　significance　to　this
symptom；　and　his